He still lived at home so before work he would stop at the drug store and get something to eat. Back then Cunningham Drug Stores had a dairy bar and l...unch counter.That's where Dad met Mom. She worked there part-time at the lunch counter. She was still in high school and was in a school-work program. According to Mom, Dad tried to get her to go out with him for over a month. Of course Dad tried to deny it. He said he was just there for lunch. One day Dad went into the store and told Mom he was. Madison and Hannah kept talking dirty as well, degrading Madison for being such a willing pussy licking slut. She just felt like such a nasty, disgusting, degraded cunt, and she loved every sensation that she got as a result."Get your tongue all the way in there, slut!" Demanded Hannah. "You know how much you like it when I force you to do this, and when I call you a slut, don't you, you filthy bitch? Ohhhh, yes, Madison, deeper, slut! Deeper! Harder!" Madison obeyed, extending her tongue as. " Oh, the poor thing! And her gravestone carries her birthname ratherthan her chosen name. That's so sad." That's the way it has to be." For now, yes," said Lexi. "One day, God willing, the gravestones ofgirls like her will reflect who they really were in life. Do you mindif I pray for her with you?" No, of course not," I said, not surprised by how this had affectedher."To our sister, Steffi," she intoned, as we closed our eyes, "we neverknew you but we pray you've gone to a better place, one. I love the feel of the cream on my tongue.”Ronald looked at his wife and she nodded in permission and he stood over the cross-legged young girl and he pulled her head back by her pig-tail and squirted a long line of white cream into her mouth. Betsy squirmed and bounced on the bed and she swallowed and swallowed as hard as she possibly could. Then, she opened he mouth widely and showed that the cream was all down in her tummy and that her red tongue was a clean as could be. The wife, Greta,.